You'Re Only Me: Whom I Must Be

The puddles are like The darkest parts Of your own heart. You feel, see it all As so cold, so dark. You’re only so blind, You can’t see beyond What you’re thinking You must be to feel free. The raindrops are like The coldest tears Of all these years. You feel, hear it all As so cold, so sorrowful. You’re only so lost, You can’t see beyond What you believed You were free to be. The clouds are like The calmest reflections Of your own depressions. You feel, see it all As so cold, so grey. You’re only a wanderer, You can’t see beyond What you’re hoping You will someday be.